Milestones and growth-steps are significant in a person’s life. From first birthdays to removing our bike’s training wheels, to our first kiss: our passage of time is punctuated by first-time events. We retain very little of our moment-to-moment experience in life, but first-time things tend to be raised like bookmarks in the files of our memory bank.
Few any more so than our first vehicle. It signifies a major step towards adulthood, granting someone their first major life responsibility: commanding a huge chunk of metal and circuitry that weighs as much as a couple dozen people, that can move with enough force and velocity to destroy anything in its path, as well as anyone driving it. They kill more than 1.3 million people a year and at least 30 have died since I started this post. Yet when we get our first car and take it for our first solo spin, the sense of mastering this responsibility and the freedom that comes with it can be intoxicatingly novel (ergo the multitudes of new licensees driving around for no other reason than to drive around).
I’m no exception to this, and through a bit of chance, a bit of serendipity, I’ve been lucky to find myself reunited with my very first love; the ultimate 4WD beast, the master of off-road all-terrain traversing, the ladies magnet above all other ladies magnets. Behold, the mighty Metro Jet Bandit:
With an unparalleled traction and power-to-weight ratio, it handles sand and uneven stony surfaces with ease:
…and looks at home on any surface:
With a 5 L V8 twin-charged 1,156bhp engine, hitting a jump at speed can turn it into an aeronautic marvel:
No need for driveway parking anxiety; Metro’s design team ensured the Jet Bandit fits easily within most car parking spaces:
Metro Jet Bandit: Feel the Thunder